O God! Let me not curse a flirtatious flower for captivating me to be a Guest of my beckoning bosoms,
For capturing my crooning concurrence to mitigate my baffling and bambzooling boredoms,
For turning my gloomy and stagnant nights Sunny and swift with Its irresistible fragrance,
For enlivening my languid and listless limbs with Its invigorating and inevitable sustainance!
Copyright: Shankar D Mishra 11.09.20
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